The Beach

I see the fading horizon, as it gets darker. The dark sea merges with the sky, slowly. The only line of demarcation is the distant ships, forming an array of scintillations. I sit on the Promenade. The crowd is diluting slowly. The sea is getting restless by the moment, enveloping in its darkness,the faint light from the crescent moon.
I see the waves splashing against the rocky periphery. Little does the sea know about he might of the robust wall. Or should I say otherwise.
The beach is like an evil seductress. It pulls me in, while its waters recede, and the very next moment, the mighty tides smash me back to the shore.
But I can not escape its mystic charm. Unpredictable, mysterious, weirdly pleasant, inviting.
How the blues transform to pitch black as the sun kisses the horizon. How the ecstatic angel transforms into the ghost of perdition, seamlessly.
Is it the Sea, or is it She? The deeper I delve, the more am I attracted. My mind leaves the realms of sanity as my soul steps out of my body, and floats over chaotic waters. She whispers into my ear, calling out my name. I do not know which direction does the voice come from, like the sound of the sea, ubiquitous, ambient. My mind gets dizzy. I see her reflection in the darkness. I seek to snap out of this spell, only to be spellbound again.